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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.