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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.