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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.