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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.