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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Busters to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.