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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.