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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.