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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Martian,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.