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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.