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 Brazil and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads 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 rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Wings,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.