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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Magma,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.