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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Main Source,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.