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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.