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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.