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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
the Association,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.