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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.