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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Can,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.