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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gong 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.