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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.