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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.