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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.