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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.