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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.