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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.