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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.