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 Jordan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.