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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.