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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.