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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Can,
Darondo,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.