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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Pole,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.