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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.