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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.