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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.