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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.