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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.