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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.