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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.