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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.