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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.