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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.