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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.