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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.