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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.