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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Move,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.