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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.