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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.