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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.