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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.