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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.