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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Franke,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Pole,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.