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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.