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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.