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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.