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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.