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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.