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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Index,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.