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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.