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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.