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 Togo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.