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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.