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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.