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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.