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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.