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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.