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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.