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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.