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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.