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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.