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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.