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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.