Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.