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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.