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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.