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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.