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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.