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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.