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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.