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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
AZ,
the Association,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.