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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.