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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.