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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.