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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.