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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.