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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.