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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.