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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
MDC,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.