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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.