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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.