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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Evens 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.