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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Visage,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.