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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.