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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.