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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.