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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
10cc,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.