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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.