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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Index,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.