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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.