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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Slave,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.