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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.