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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
New Order,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.