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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.