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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.