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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.