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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.