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 Israel 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.