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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.