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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Television,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.