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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.