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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
UT,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.