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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.