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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.