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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Move,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
10cc,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.