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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.