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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.