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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.