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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.