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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.