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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.