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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.