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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Slits,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.