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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.