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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.