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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.