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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.