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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.