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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.