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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.