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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.