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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.