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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Mars,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.