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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.