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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.