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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Magma,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.