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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.