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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Scion,
Oneida,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.