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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.