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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.