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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.