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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.