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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.