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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.