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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.