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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.