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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.