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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.