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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.