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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
DNA,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.