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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Sound 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
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.