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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.