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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Nas,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.