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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.