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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.