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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Can,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.