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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.