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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.