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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.