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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.