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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Index,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.