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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.