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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.