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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.