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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.