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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.