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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.