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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Saints,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.