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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.