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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
UT,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.