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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.