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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.