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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Kayak,
UT,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.