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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.