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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.