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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.