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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.