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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.