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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
UT,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.