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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Faust,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.