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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.