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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.