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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.