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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Shoche,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.