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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Residents,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.