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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Scion,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.