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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.