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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.