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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.