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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.