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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 AZ to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.