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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Can,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.