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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.