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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.