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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.