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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.