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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Brick,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.