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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.