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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Neu!,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.