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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.