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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.