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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.