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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.