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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.