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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.