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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.