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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Residents,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.