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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.