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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.