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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.