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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.