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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.