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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.