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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 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 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.