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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Index to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.