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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.