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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.