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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.