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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.