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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.