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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.