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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.