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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.