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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Television,
the Germs,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.