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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Pole,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.