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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.