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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.