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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 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 Television to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Skaos,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.