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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.