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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.