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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Saints,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.