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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.