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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Association,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.