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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.