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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.