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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.