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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.