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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.