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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.