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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.