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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.