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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.