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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.