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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.