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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.