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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.