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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.