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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.