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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.