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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
June Days,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.