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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.