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 Australia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Can,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.