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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.