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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.