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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Index,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.