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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.