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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.