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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.