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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Index,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.