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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.