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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.