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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Pagans,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.