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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.