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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.