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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.