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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Lyres,
Crime,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.