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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.