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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.