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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.