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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.