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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Technova,
Pole,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Wire,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Make Up,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.