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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.