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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.