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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.