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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.