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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.