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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.