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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.