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 Chile and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.