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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.