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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.