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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
UT,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.