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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.