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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Aswad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.