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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.