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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.