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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.