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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.