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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.