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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.