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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.