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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.