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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Index,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.