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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.