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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.