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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.