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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.