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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.