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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.