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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.