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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.