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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.