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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Model 500,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.