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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.