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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.