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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.