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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Television,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Residents,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.