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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.