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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.