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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Moebius,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.