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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.