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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.