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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Organ,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.