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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.