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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.