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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.