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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.