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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.