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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.