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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.