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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.