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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.