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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.