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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.