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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.