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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.