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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.