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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.