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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.