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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Move,
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.