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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Slave,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.