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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.