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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.