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 Kuwait 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.