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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.