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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.