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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
PIL,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.