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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.