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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.