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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.