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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.