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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.