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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.