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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.