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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.