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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.