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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.