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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Essential Logic,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.