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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.