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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.