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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.