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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.