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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.