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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.