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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Hoover,
cv313,
Technova,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.