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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.