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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.