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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.