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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
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.