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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.