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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.