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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.