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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Smog,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.