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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.