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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.