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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Index,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Organ,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.