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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.