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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.