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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.