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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
The Names,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.