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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
JFA,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.