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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.