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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
JFA,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.