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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.