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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.