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 China and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.