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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.