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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.