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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.