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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.