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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Chrome,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.