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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.