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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Victims,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.