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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
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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.