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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.