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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.