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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.