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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.