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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.