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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Deakin,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.