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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.