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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.