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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 MC5 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.