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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Crime,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.