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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.