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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.