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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.