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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.