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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.