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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.