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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.