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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.