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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.