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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.