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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.