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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.