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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.