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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.