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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.