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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.