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 India and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.