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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.