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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Smog 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.