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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.