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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
AZ,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.