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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.