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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.