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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Smog,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.