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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.