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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.