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 Bahamas 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Residents,
MC5,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.