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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.