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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.