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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.