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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.