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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.