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 Chad 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.