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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.