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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.