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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.