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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.