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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.