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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.