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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.