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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.