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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.