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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.