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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Organ,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.