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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.