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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.