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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.