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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.