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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.