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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.