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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.