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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
New Order,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.