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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.