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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.