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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.