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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.