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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.