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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
MC5,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Mars,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.