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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.