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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.