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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.