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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.