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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.