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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.