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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.