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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.