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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.