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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.