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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.