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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Hoover,
Slave,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.