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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.