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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.