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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
the Association,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.