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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.