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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.