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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.