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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Cymande,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.