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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.