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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 David McCallum 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
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.