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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Index,
June Days,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.