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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.