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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.