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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.