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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
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.