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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.