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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.