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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.