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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Rakim,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.