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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.