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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.