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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.