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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.