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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.