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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Television,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.