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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Kayak,
ABC,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.