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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.