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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.