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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Nas,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.