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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.