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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.