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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.