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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.