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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Nico,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.