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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Franke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.