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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Icehouse 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.