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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.