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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.