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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.