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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.