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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.