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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ituana to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.