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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.