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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.