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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
PIL,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.