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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
DNA,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.