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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.