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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Slave,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
X-102,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.