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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.