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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.