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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.