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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.